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I glanced at the windows. Night had fallen, the strip was lit up, dazzling neon flashed and danced. Something in me had definitely shifted; normally the lights never failed to overwhelm me with exciting possibilities.
Or was it because with Wilson next to me the outside world dulled? His presence overpowered the glitz and glamour.
“Atlee,” he snapped.
I ignored him and made my way to the windows.
Still nothing.
No thrill of excitement.
No recharging of my depleting joy.
Not until Wilson came up behind me.
His lips dropped to my neck. His hands went to my hips, slid around to the button of my pants, and deftly popped them open.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
“What I’ve wanted to do since the moment I stepped into this room and saw the view.”
My weakness for him knew no bounds. I tilted his head, giving him better access. His lips brushed, his tongue glided, his teeth scraped, and that was all it took. I was wet and ready for him. My pants pooled around my ankles. I toed off my ballet flats and pulled one leg free, opening my stance.
“How fond are you of this blouse?”
“Very.”
“Then take it off.”
I heard the need in his tone and quickly did his bidding. While I was fumbling with my buttons Wilson’s hand slid into my panties, then lower through my excitement.
“So fucking wet for me.”
I tossed the shirt to the side, my head lolling back to his shoulder. His strong, warm body behind me, his finger gliding through my excitement.
“Hands on the glass, princess.”
I followed his orders.
His hand between my legs disappeared. I glanced to the window and watched him unbutton his shirt. By the time he was working his dick free of his slacks I was vibrating with anticipation.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, running his hand down my spine. “So fucking beautiful I can’t stay away from you.”
I felt the head of his dick skim through my slick excitement.
“You should tell me no, princess,” he growled and drove his hips forward, stretching me full. “You should protect yourself and tell me to fuck off.” His deep, pounding thrusts contradicted his words.
“Wilson,” I groaned, and locked my arms to fight against his punishing pace.
“Fuck, I love hearing you call out my name. You shouldn’t give that to me either.”
He leaned in deeper, folding himself over me until one of his hands went to the glass next to mine. The other dove between my legs, finding my clit and rolling it.
“Oh, god,” I breathed. “Too much. I’m gonna…”
I choked back the last of my warning. My orgasm barreling over me made my legs shake.
“Never too much,” he growled. “Come for me.”
